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[seriously__dude]

Okay, I think I've figured out why Sammy's acting wicked anti-Sammy. At least, whenever we're in history. And that physiology thing that none of us ever pay attention in. It's because of the chick. Dude, he's acting not himself over a chick? I mean, none of us could figure it out like, all week. Johnny thought it was bad weed, but Sam doesn't touch

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[enduringcharm]

"Maybe next time you'll give your woman a little respect, so you won't be hearing her say, No way!"I haven't been around here long, so maybe my sense of humor is a little different than that of the typical californian, but what the heck is supposed to be so funny about a stoner singing En Vogue

[seriously__dude]

"Hey, Tom Petty, can you please quiet down a little? I have a lot of notes to sort through on the rise of Stalin, and you're making it hard for me to concentrate."

And right after The Snowflake completely cut in on my fun...

"Mr. Madsen, unless you'd like even more detentions added to your ever expanding list..."

"That's okay Mr. Carmichael," I said with a little salute. "I am completely done." I heard Nick snicker and shot over a grin. "The concert's over, I just felt like bringing a little joy back to the group."

I am so totally the king.

"Mr. Madsen.""I'm quiet, I'm quiet." I grinned, and looked over at The Snowflake. Sam was all trying to behave himself, that's really starting to drive me nuts. And dude, she's looking like she's above it all ontop of everything else. If she's above us, then she's above Sammy by association. Who wants to be all head over heels for a girl like that

[pyrokinetic_]

Don't laugh don't laugh...

"Maybe next time you'll give your woman a little respect, so you won't be hearing her say, No way!"

I don't know what it was, maybe it was everyone doing the little dances in their chairs, or that freakin' diva mimick Madsen was working, but I lost it. I started cracking up, shaking my head. The guy was crazy, flat out. Figures I end up staying over his house after everything that's happened with mine.

"Hey, Tom Petty, can you please quiet down a little? I have a lot of notes to sort through on the rise of Stalin, and you're making it hard for me to concentrate."I was waiting for that. Carly, the girl I'd run over in the hallway, looked about ready to kill Madsen. He didn't look to happy with her either, I'm going to hear about this later one way or the other. All week him and Ryan had been referring to her as 'Your Chick'. She's not even my girlfriend, and already she's 'Your Chick

[enduringcharm]

I half-listened to the teacher discipline the dimwit while I worked on putting the events of the revolution into sequence. The whole class just sucked, and as if that wasn't bad enough, Musical Madsen made it seven times more unbearable every time he opened his mouth.

I don't get guys like him. Sure, high school is boring, but it's sort of essential. If you're a failure in high school, you'll inevitably become a failure in life. Dead end job, no friends, no one of the oppposite sex interested in a deadbeat loser...three guys sit in back of me and raise hell because they think its funny, but are they going to be laughing at the drive-thru?

Carly, looks like Tom Petty doesn't like you."

I heard Gina's comment to me and turned around to see what she was talking about. Sure enough, The Idiot Sam was closer to me than he had been a few minutes ago, holding a paper ball in his hand.

Do you want fries with that?

"Did I miss something?"